Like full coffee urns, for example.

Go to work for that place that throws bread, and you can throw stuff back at them.

Right. That is why people traiditonally tipped a bellman when checking into a hotel. Paying in advance for service they hoped to get during the stay.

Sure, it’s shitty. But I have to say, when I’m thinking of the crap customers I’ve waited on....lord. Being stiffed just doesn’t rise. I once got hit between the eyes with a buttered roll because someone wanted something I didn’t provide quick enough.

Ha! If that were true then we would tip at the beginning of the meal, and not like those assholes who put a pile of twenty ones on the table and take one away for each perceived inadequacy.

Hey, assholes “lol” can be turned into $101.00 very, very easily and if you’ve been drinking it would be very, very plausible that you were ‘confused’ when you paid your tab.

I want angry cats to pee in their hair while they sleep. What utter bastards.

Sorry, Trout, I couldn’t resist :P (Especially when my only contribution to the original story is: “assholes”.)

Do these people think that’s a teaching moment? Like “oh, I’ll show you, server person, with this super unnecessary comment on the check”? Because all it teaches me, folks, is that the world would be better off if you were eaten by dragons.

A very clear reference to the end of 2001. Bowman had fine things all around him but essentially he was in a cage and being carefully studied.

I’ve actually done that. Had to walk out of a movie when it started to make me real uncomfortable. It was halfway over so I understood that they couldn’t refund me, so I asked if I could exchange it for another movie that was playing. The manager looked at me like I had two heads. “You know, I don’t know if anyone’s…

How far into Phantom Menace did Jar Jar show up?

Next week will be Revenge, so while not light, it’ll definitely be cathartic.

The truly American thing would be to charge for ketchup but give your richer customers loopholes to pay much less for it.

“Fortunately, we had a pretty good relationship with the local cops (again, this was Canada, not America, so all the young cops had Women’s Studies degrees and wanted to help poor people and shit). “

They should really consider including a cubesat or something small to sit nearby and record it, why must everyone make me sad!

The burger scam one is exactly why restaurants end up with a policy of “You ate more than a little bit, we don’t believe you when you claim it was terrible.” The couple of times we’ve had to send food back it was clear within a bite or two that there was something wrong.

Exactly. It depends on the person and the situation. Does anyone remember about a decade ago, the elderly gentleman who ran his car through the crowd at the Santa Monica street market? Killed nine, injured seventy? Righteously furious people tried to drag the old man out of his car and beat him senseless, but were…

Actually, that’s not what “terroristic threats” means. It’s an threat that makes a person reasonably fear for the safety of their life, and in the state of Georgia is a felony. Something as simple as “I’m going to kill you!” with the understood intent to do so is enough to potentially garner this charge. And has been…

So, a bunch of people are commenting with “I think this was dementia,” and I feel it’s incumbent upon me to note that at no point anywhere in this story does it mention that Livsey suffers from dementia. Not everyone in their 80’s does—nor does any part of this story actually sound like dementia to me. It just sounds…